The bones here are bones of my bone and flesh of my flesh. It
goes to doing something about it. It goes to pride in what
our ancestors were able to accomplish. How they contributed
to what we are today. It goes to respecting their hardships
and losses, their never giving in or giving up, their resoluteness
to go on and build a life for their family.
It goes to deep pride that the fathers fought and some died to
make and keep us a nation. It goes to a deep and immense
understanding that they were doing it for us.
It is of equal pride and love that our mothers struggled to give
us birth, without them we could not exist, and so we love each
one, as far back as we can reach. That we might be born who we
are. That we might remember them. So we do.
With love and caring and scribing each fact of their existence,
because we are they and they are the sum of who we are. So, as a
scribe called, I tell the story of my family. It is up to that one
called in the next generation to answer the call and take my place
in the long line of family storytellers. That is why I do my family
genealogy, and that is what calls those young and old to step up
and restore the memory or greet those who we had never known
before.
by Della M. Cummings Wright;
Rewritten by her granddaughter Dell Jo Ann McGinnis Johnson;
Edited and Reworded by Tom Dunn, 1943.
We make every effort to document our research. There is a lot of information that I do not have, and I know there are mistakes in this tree. My feelings will not be hurt if you give me corrections or additional information, especially if you can provide sources for the information.
